This unknown boy is using a nice bed tray to properly elevate his book for optimal reading posture. I have often wondered about the purpose of the photo. It is a matte print that reminds me of a professional photograph. Perhaps it was for an advertisement or magazine. From the time I found the photo to the moment I saw the prompt for this week’s Sepia Saturday, I kept thinking it reminded me of something, but I wasn’t sure just what. Finally it dawned on me that it reminds me of the Robert Louis Stevenson poem “The Land of Counterpane.”

When I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay

To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

I always liked the imagery in the poem. Even as a child of the 1970s, I knew that a counterpane is a bed spread, that small boys used to play with toy soldiers, and that imagination could rescue you from boredom. I sometimes thought I would like a set of toy soldiers and trees and houses, but alas, that did not come to be.

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A laying in

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When I was 9, I had a bad case of bronchitis & by Dr.’s orders, had to spend my days – for several weeks – sitting quietly doing quiet things which I was more than willing to do because anything strenuous caused me to cough uncontrollably. I wasn’t confined to bed, but sat in a chair up to a card table in the living room & there upon, dressed my dolls in myriad outfits, and drew or colored pictures. I remember longing to play with cars or blocks & Tinker Toys or with people from the “People Box”, but I couldn’t because my brother & sister played with those things & I couldn’t touch anything they touched. Sometimes I had to do homework when my teacher came visiting, bringing me lessons to complete so I wouldn’t fall behind in school, and I didn’t mind because at least it was something different to do!

The 3rd one to be speaking of that poem…
And oddly enough, I seem to remember it as well.
Was it ever translated in French,
or did I read it in its original version?
I had so many books back then [much like now…]
and was often sick, so, I had plenty of time to play in bed and read.
That is a perfect picture!!!
:)
HUGZ